The lights were thrown on. “Is there a doctor aboard this flight?” I put my headphones back on, pulled the blanket up and went back to sleep. I was excited for my homecoming to London. First time back in nine years. In the eight years I lived there it changed my life. I encountered a genius, learned about excellence, met my future, got hitched. I worked as a wine tour guide and tester, was the chef for Price Waterhouse Cooper’s executive dining rooms and fell into the sous chef role at Fergus Henderson’s St John Restaurant. Did I mention I bought a Japanese knife?